Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
She apologized for saying it.
Then she said, “Maybe he’s scared, Dad.
Maybe this is his way of telling the truth without saying it.”
“Read the next line,” I said.
She read, “Withdraw the petitions and I will sign whatever you need.”
She set the page down.
Her hand stayed on it.
“Twenty thousand would pay Arthur,” she said.
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